By S. T. Brant
What is there worth Wondering if all’s inclined against it;
If all’s determined to destroy the wonder and amazement
Innate in us: If the world to wonder at defies our wondering,
Is our natural sense of wonder not an antagonist to Nature
And to god that we are stubborn devils in the pit wasting
Mystic powers pouting, O earthly interpreter of heaven?
O align with Bonaventure, with our grandest saints-
the path to what’s worth terming god
is through the world that hopes we discover
in it the wonder that reaches for it;
it is our worldly robes that obstructs
our heart’s wonder from touching
the wonder in the lowly stones.
Wonder wants to wander and wants wonder.
S. T. Brant is a teacher from Las Vegas. Pubs in/coming from EcoTheo, Timber, Door is a Jar, Santa Clara Review, Rain Taxi, New South, Green Mountains Review, Another Chicago Magazine, Ekstasis, 8 Poems, a few others. You can find him on Twitter or Instagram.